Sep 22, 2017
Definitely one of my favorite recent poems. The first two stanzas are photographs and the third is a memory I will never forget.
seen from Thailand
seen from Russia
seen from Chile
seen from Brazil
seen from Germany
seen from Iraq
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
seen from Thailand
seen from China
seen from Israel
seen from Germany
seen from Israel
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Jordan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from Peru
Definitely one of my favorite recent poems. The first two stanzas are photographs and the third is a memory I will never forget.
I can’t decide. I took the one on the bottom with a lower brightness setting.
The one on top was at like 25%. That lower edit though.
No trees tonight. Moon is in a weird spot. Digging the edit.
Clouds are cool.
Not as cool as the Moon though.
Ha, look at those leaves at the top. Oops. #masterframeshot @chameleonlotus @aliveinsideink @housewiththereddoor the edit reminds me of your poetry. It’s scary. 💚
Zoom at max is not the best for this s7 edge. I’m also not even halfway competent, but one day when I actually have clearer pictures and better edits, I can see where I came from.
Moon is still badass though.
I’m not sure why I always make my edits darker, but here’s the sun. Moon will be up later tonight.
I hope.
My best stuff comes when I’m the only motherfucker awake for miles. That’s where my heart is. Jumping fences and crossing some desolate highway. I have to go there to find it and when I open the gate or cross the bridge, I come back with words. I feel things again. I can smoke a cigarette to my favorite song, think of you and smile. When I wake up it’s gone again, but I know where it goes every single time.
bg-the price of writing
Don’t love because you expect to be loved back. Love because your hands, your heart, your soul wouldn’t know what to do otherwise.
bg - so this is what love feels like